Story:

To take his mind off of the all consuming self loathing party that his mind has become, he throws himself into music. He starts writing like crazy and frequenting an open mic.
He only plays songs that he has written after he started time traveling, having to rely on his memory for the lyrics since anything he writes gets erased at 5:23.
After a few shows he notices something interesting.
There is a man who has been at almost all of his shows. At first Charlie thought nothing of this, assuming it was just someone who frequented this place in the past. Then Charlie sees him mouthing the words to his song.
Obviously this should be impossible due to the fact that Charlie is performing songs that don’t exist, so this can only mean one thing. This man is also a time traveler.
After his set, Charlie introduces himself and learns this man is named Max Murphy.
When he confronts Max about time travel, Max is very forthcoming. He tells Charlie how much fun he’s been having. He has spent his time since the apocalypse reading books, comics, watching anime, playing video games, seeing live music and basically spending all his time with his hobbies. He tells Charlie it’s been a paradise for him.
This point of view is incredibly refreshing for Charlie, and he and Max become fast friends.



Lyrics:

But what if this paradise is false? Cuz I ain't seen you in a while. Though time is hard to measure in a backward existence, I know it's been a real long time, and though I go on laughing I hardly feel fine.

But hey, what do I know? I'm just now getting the full impact of the blow of that one day (sorry) one fuckin night. But yeah, that's all I get so I guess it's better than death, though it was barely even a kiss, just a timeshares worth of bliss, and now I feel bored and boring.

But hey, don't let this bullshit get to you. Max, I wish that I could see the way that you do. The that way you exploit those miracles, just to have some fun. Well, I'm glad that it's worked so well, and since I've known you my boredom's ceased to swell.

It's like being lost in France, and finding someone else in a similar circumstance, and though I am far from home, I'm far from alone.

True maybe I never met you, but in another possible life, in another future past I could've held your hand, and we'd look up at the sky, and we'd watch our world fry, and we'd be smiling.

So let's wake up and become the Jack who forgot about Sally, and changed his name, and choked down the pain. Living in his city, dreaming of her pretty scarred face. Dreaming of the day that never came. It's always too late. I've lost my only chance at finding fate.